It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 35

In the farmland, pepper seedlings are growing well. Cheng Dalei was worried that the weather would be too hot, so he built a pergola with tree trunks and thatch to shade the seedlings. Now it seems that this hard work has not been in vain, the seedlings are green and green, and they can be harvested in a month or two.

Cheng Dalei felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in his heart. He remembered the conversation he had just had with Huang Sanyuan, and said, What news do you find out?

The team escorting the birthday gift will pass under Qingniu Mountain in the past ten days. According to the news from other cottages, Xue Banchuan should send Lu Hen to escort it this time.

Lu Hen? How much do you know about this person? Cheng Dalei knew that Huang Sanyuan was in Blackrock City at the beginning, and he knew better than everyone about the personnel in Blackrock City.

Lu Hen, I'm almost thirty years old this year, and Shan is a big stick. He is an orphan, and Xue Banchuan takes care of him. This person has no parents, no relatives, no reason, and no one in the world recognizes him except Xue Banchuan. A powerful person. Huang Sanyuan said.

Of course he is a powerful person. If he is not so powerful, Xue Banchuan will not let him go on this trip. Cheng Dalei looked at the pepper seedlings in front of him and asked, What are the other cottages going to do?

It's nothing more than a night attack, poisoning, and setting up an ambush on the road. Huang Sanyuan said: Anyway, cats have cat ways, dogs have dog ways, and bosses, shouldn't we intervene?

Cheng Dalei thought about it for a while, and sighed: The group of dogs grabbing meat, with the few pieces of material in our Toad Village, if you want to compete, you must have the qualifications to compete with others.

Looking down from a high place, you can smell the smell of gunpowder in the dense forest. Of course, there is no gunpowder smell in Qingniu Mountain, but that kind of restless smell has permeated everywhere.

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Wan'er, Wan'er, come here and show you something good! Li Xingzai strode into the room and waved to Li Waner.

Brother, can you not put on a sullen expression, so that I can feel that you stole the little girl's clothes again. Li Wan'er.

This... can you not talk about the past, go out, and I'll show you something.

What is it? Li Wan'er reluctantly followed Li Xingzai out of the earthen house.

Climbing up along the terrain of Toad Village, Li Wan'er finally appeared in front of a pond covered with thatch.

Brother, what is this, for bathing, in the open air? Li Wan'er said.

No, the key is what's in the pond. Li Xingzai seemed very excited: The spring water came down from the mountain and was led into the pond, which was covered with thatch, and the flying insects could not get in. There were still gravel and charcoal in the pond...

Charcoal, can I still drink charcoal water? Li Wan'er.

It's drinkable, they say the charcoal can hold worms in the water.

There will be bugs in the water? Li Wan'er said.

This...I don't understand very well. But it's useful to spend a lot of time digging such a pool. Li Xingzai said, Let's go, I'll show you something else.

Li Xingzai dragged Li Waner down, and Li Waner frowned and said, Brother, why did you take me to the thatched hut, don't you think it stinks?

Go, go in and have a look. Li Xingzai.

I do not!

Okay, I won't go if I don't go, I'll talk to you. Li Xingzai said: The bottom of this hut is connected to the horse pen and pig pen, and there is a big pit under the ground. They say that there are bugs in the hut, and they fly out and enter. People will get sick if they have a body. They can dig up fertile fields in the future.”

Brother, what's the use of this...? Li Wan'er was at a loss.

I... don't know what's the use, but I always feel that there is a great use in it. Li Xingzai clapped his hands in great interest and said, Walking a thousand miles, knowing a thousand miles, Wan'er, you still think this cottage is simple. Well.

There are six people in total, what if it's not simple?

Yeah, there are six people in total, so why bother so much... Li Xingzai's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance: The owner of this cottage has a lot of plans.

Brother, can you stop staring at the thatched hut with a sullen look. Li Wan'er covered her nose: Besides, you are...

Shh, keep quiet! Li Xingzai's expression froze, and his voice was lowered.

At night, candles are lit in the hut, and the candlelight spills out through the window paper.

How's the writing going? Cheng Dalei walked into the earthen house at this time.

I've been writing. Li Xingzai said, This is what I saw in Jingzhou.

Keep writing.

Cheng Dalei grabbed the one that had been written, and eagerly obtained the information of this world. There are one hundred and eight cities in the thirteen states of the empire, and Cheng Dalei knows nothing about the location of each state and city. And about the history of the empire, Cheng Dalei also needs to know. He learned something from Su Ying, but Su Ying's knowledge was obviously not as good as Li Xingzai's.

Master, do you understand what these do?

Write a book. Cheng Dalei said nonsense.

Write a book! Both Li Xingzai and Li Wan'er opened their eyes wide.

You are a poet, I am a writer, and my dream is to write a masterpiece. Cheng Dalei raised his head: Don't I look alike.

Li Xingzai and Li Waner were stunned, wanting to say that it was really against their will, wanting to say that they were not, but now they are relying on others.

Aren't you a poet? Cheng Dalei said, You can write poetry, let me see.

Ha, I wrote a few songs, and let the master appreciate it, and commented on it with Xiaosheng.

Li Xingzai took out a few pages from the pile of papers and handed them to Cheng Dalei.

Cheng Dalei grinned when he saw his big mouth, and made a strange cry of tsk tsk.

Why, isn't my poem bad? Li Xingzai was still a little confident about this. In Jingzhou, he was known as the unparalleled poetic talent, and some experts commented that he had the sound of soldiers fighting in his poems.

This can also be called poetry... Cheng Dalei almost grinned: The poets of the empire, tsk tsk, are really worrying.

Hey, do you really understand, my brother's poems are famous throughout Jingzhou. Li Wan'er said indignantly.

Okay, okay, let's open your eyes and know what writing poetry is. Cheng Dalei picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, raised his head, and saw Li Xingzai and Li Waner staring at him: Hey, I have this sentence. , if it spreads out, I am afraid that the talents of the entire empire will not dare to take a pen.

Hmph, the tone is not small.

Li Wan'er snorted coldly, her eyes still fell on the tip of Cheng Dalei's pen, and she was a little dazed, but she was thinking: This person has such a tone, he doesn't know what's in his stomach.

Cheng Dalei clenched the barrel of the pen tightly, the tip of the pen walked on the paper, and a few lines of characters appeared crookedly like ghosts. Seeing his handwriting, Li Wan'er couldn't help laughing. She was about to sneer, but when she saw the contents on the paper, her eyes suddenly widened.

Cheng Dalei stopped writing, glanced at the stunned two, and Shi Shiran said, Okay, it's getting late, rest early.

One sentence, why only one sentence? Li Wan'er couldn't help but asked.

One sentence is enough, I'm afraid I will take it out and scare you to death. Cheng Dalei, who walked to the door, added.

Li Xingzai had long lost his mind, holding the crooked handwriting in his hand, and said in his mouth, Don't talk about the genius of the world, with this sentence, at least I can't write it in my life.